My key don't fit your lock When I come to your door No, I said, my key won't fit your lock When I try to put it in your door You know I got a funny, funny feeling You don't want me around no more I left a message last Monday Just like the Monday before By the time I've got to Friday Lord knows I had left five or six more Now my key don't fit your lock But I try to stick it in your door I saw you on the street this morning Walking with that other man I could tell him in holding Much more than your little hand Now there's talk all over neighborhood He's thinking about steeping in My key don't fit your lock When I try to put it in your door I said, my key won't fit your lock When I try to walk it in your door I got this funny, funny feeling You don't want me around no more
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